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Eve ground her teeth while Morse led Mirina through questions, prodded her toin her eyes When the broadcast switched back to the news desk, he was frowning seriously

“A fa the investigation Pri officer, Lieutenant Eve Dallas could not be reached for comment”

“Little bastard Little bastard,” Eveaway froive hi and shot Mira one last look “You ought to analyze that one,” she said jerking her head toward the screen “That little prick has delusions of grandeur”

chapter seventeen

Harrison Tibble was a thirty-five-year vet on the police force He’d plodded his way up fro the West Side barrios when cops and their quarries still carried guns He’d even taken a hit once: three nasty rounds in the abdoht have killed a lesser iven most ordinary cops cause to consider their career choices Tibble had been back on full duty within six weeks

He was an enormous man, a full six foot six and two hundred sixty pounds of solid un ban, he’d used his bulk and cold, terrifying grin to intimidate his quarries He still had the h to serve tea on

He had a large, square face, skin the color of polished onyx, hands the size of steamship rounds, and no patience for bullshit

Eve liked him and could privately admit she was a little afraid of him

“What is this pile of shit we’ve got ourselves into, Lieutenant?”

“Sir” Eve faced him, flanked by Feeney and Whitney But at the elini was on scene the night Louise Kirski was killed We have that locked He has no solid alibi for the ti time to the spine twisters, and with his mother’s death, he comes into a nice, healthy inheritance It’s been confirmed that she had refused to bail him out this time”

“Look for the ative tool, Lieutenant But what about the other two?”

He knew all of this, Eve thought and struggled not to squirm Every word of every report had passed by hi with her on a project He needed her to co her bases The third victily that the intended victiestion and with reat deal of pressure on the story He also knew her personally”

“That’s real good so far” His chair creaked under his weight as he shifted back “Real good You’ve placed hi up the links Noe run into the hard place You don’t have a weapon, you don’t have any blood You don’t have diddly as far as physical evidence”

“Not at this time”

“You’ve also got a confession, but not from the accused”